The Adventures of This Girl Right Here #2

Simon and Garfunkel. If you do not know who these people are, you are clearly lacking in life. 

I warned you all this story was going to come.

I’m not exactly sure how the names came alone to be exact. I just remember that me and the girl with the scarf decided I’m more of a Garfunkel, and she’s more of a Simon. Her dad wouldn’t let me get out of the car once because he wanted me to hear “Bridge Over Troubled Water”. Ever since then it just kind of worked out…

…Don’t worry, more Simon and Garfunkel stories will come shortly. This is just an introduction. 

YOU MUST EDUCATE YOURSELVES ON THESE PEOPLE.

p.s. HAHA she’s the dark haired, Einstein looking one. It suits her.

The Adventures of This Girl Right Here #1

What do you name a mouse? Phillipson. No, no. Not Phillipson, we don’t want to belittle the poor thing. You name him MISTER Phillipson. 

So, me and the girl with the scarf were walking around casually, and biceps boy comes shouting hysterically “YOU GOTTA SEE HIM! YOU GOTTA SEE HIM. IMAGINE A FURBALL THE SIZE OF A WALNUT. YOU GOTTA SEE HIM!”

Naturally, me and the girl with the scarf giggle uncontrollably and give each other The Look. Yes, The Look is what happens when an adventure comes rolling around. *cue climactic music and wiggling eyebrows*

Anyway, we see the little mouse and start jumping up and down, half in disgust of the fact that we are looking upon a mouse that is cowering in a corner, and the other half towards the fact that it is possibly THE CUTEST MOUSE OF ALL TIME.

Me and the girl with the scarf always look for adventure. When we see this mouse we realize he’s gotta get out of the school (we work there every saturday), so I stand watch as the girl with the scarf runs for paper towels to grab him with.

We decided before we try anything, we’ve gotta name him. 

“Phillip…son” the girl with the scarf says slowly. She looks up at me and we burst out laughing. 

“That is by far the most suitable name for a mouse I have ever heard, but we’ve gotta put a title on him. MISTER Phillipson.”

At this point, the mouse is hiding behind the trashcan, to which we (being the eccentric girls we are) ask Mr. Phillipson as politely as possible to come out. 

“Maybe we should curtsy and introduce ourselves.” I say.

“Oh, right, how stupid am I.” Clears throat. “Hello, Mr. Phillipson. My name is Simon.” The girl with the scarf says as she curtsies. 

“Hello, Mr. Phillipson. I’m Garfunkel. PLEASE COME OUT.” I say. 

Note: The Simon and Garfunkel story will come out later. STAY TUNED.

Naturally, we expect him to talk back, and when we hear nothing we decide it’s time to leave. We turn around and that’s when we hear, “What do you peasants want from me?” in a booming, theatrical voice that sounded quite like mine.

The girl with the scarf is trying with every ounce in her body, not to burst out laughing. “We need to take you outside, Mr. Phillipson. You gotta come out from behind there.” She says as she fidgets and curtsies again.

“I DONT HAVE TIME FOR YOU PITIFUL HUMANS.”

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In the end, some faculty worker person picked it up by its tail and threw him outside. 

But still, 

                            ‘Twas an adventure.